Chocolate and limes,
bitter and bitter,
two kinds and two rhymes.
I need to know: how is the bitter made sweet?
Is it dancing along a Venetian street?
Floating on cushions just at water level?
Roses and oceans of wine and unwind a little?
Barren as desert compared to these hills
Childless and broken,
nameless and homeless,
void
and waiting on crucible change.
chocolate and limes and me
...a poisoned well?
Only true when I fail to remember,
Remember barren is also
to be free to love, challenging the bitter in me to transform,
turning sweet; ice to water.
I find my children in faces around me.
Rock in river,
step for tentative foot,
Brief hold,
refuge for the half-drowned.
Each contact strengthens me, too.
Remember, remember,
to be an island is not the same as to be a desert.
O my soul,
An island, not always a desert.
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